Fucking bullshit, man. We ain't shake on that.
With what my dad pays your ass?
You can afford it.
-Fine, take it. -That's right, bitch.
Damn. Motherfucker had him in the 5th round.
Don't start with that shit, man. He never had a chance.
What would you know about it?
I don't know anything? Says the guy who loses every bet.
What the fuck?
Hey, asshole! That's my ride.
-You're fucked now. -Go fuck yourself!
Not so tough now.
Omar!
Help me!
Do you recognize this young man?
Yes, that's my son.
The trucks haven't arrived.
Fuck!
Where have you been? Been calling you.
Had Cabinet Ministers call me back sooner.
I've been busy.
Oh, yeah?
Well, I hate to add to your plate.
But it's time we discussed our terms.
You start moving new product, you start making new income...
that means new payouts.
Starting with me.
Things are complicated right now.
I have a few more mouths to feed.
Then simplify.
What the fuck are you talking about?
Your new friends in the government?
They eat at my table on Sundays.
Don't think that by wearing that stupid suit,
that you suddenly become one of us.
Without me, you don't exist.
Come up with a number.
I won't ask you again.
I'm glad that you came.
I wasn't going to wait for you to return my call.
Business is good.
And still, everyone has their problems.
Some people make it difficult.
Why I need more like you.
Just got back from Tijuana.
I paid a visit to the brothers.
Making money, hand over fist.
But they didn't seem to be aware of our understanding.
I've yet to receive my end.
You spoke to the brothers?
I inquired as to what they'd been told.
Okay, then.
I understand your concern.
But it's important we give this thing time.
"This thing"?
"This thing" that we built?
I think it's important that be made clear to the others.
When have I done you wrong?
Tell me.
There's more changes to come for things to improve,
but you have to be patient.
With Sinaloans in charge?
I thought we were resistant to change.
I just want what I was promised.
You have a new master?
How is he?
You know the old man.
So sorry.
There are no words, brother.
He was 20 years old.
And I missed almost all of them.
Wanted to be a lawyer, you fucking believe that?
Since he was a kid.
To make sure I was always protected.
You are.
Let him leave with that comfort.
He fucking died on the street.
Died on the street like a dog.
How I protected him.
With crisis comes opportunity.
Your pain?
Find where it lives, kill it.
What kind of bullshit is that?
The truth.
There's problems with the business.
Nava wants an increase on his end.
And Juárez...
still worries me.
Acosta's methods are dated.
His infrastructure isn't there.
Makes things difficult.
The product is moving...
but I want our numbers to grow.
We have to check up on each plaza...
to make sure they are doing things right.
I've called the Colombians, made clear we can handle more.
I can't fuck it up now.
Your nephew, Amado, I know he has some ideas.
And Rafa...
Where does he fit in?
That was funny, right, Rafa?
What do you think, Rafa?
You look incredible.
You look like shit.
This guy bothering you?
What's up, bro? Didn't think this was your scene.
-You guys come together? -Rafa, relax. We're just dancing.
-Relax. We're all having a good time. -Not talking to you, asshole.
-Rafa, calm down. -Shut up!
Was just closing that, man.
She's my girl. Stay the fuck away.
Still?
Sorry, bro, I didn't know.
If I did, I'd only fuck her harder.
What? Want to dance?
Need a kiss?
Everything okay?
Relax, Rafa.
Relax.
Take it easy.
Take it easy, Rafa.
Not here.
Let's get the fuck out of here.
Are you out of your fucking mind?
You know what happens if you'd hit someone in that club?
You know who goes to that club?
Rich kids.
Families that fucking mean something.
And take off those glasses.
My father used to give me that look.
You already know what I think of that asshole.
The thing with you and Amado, it has to stop.
It will...
when I kill him.
What's with you and that guy, anyway?
That guy...
just happens to be Neto's nephew.
In other words, your business partner.
-He works for you. -No, he works for you.
You don't give a shit about the thing we built.
Don't worry, nothing changes.
We're not substituting your product.
-We're adding a new one, that's it. -So why is no one moving my product?
Then why the fuck haven't you been to the field, man? Two months ago? Three?
If you'd been there, you'd know it's all fucking rotting.
Just sitting there. No one's fucking moving it!
My sinsemilla put you where you're standing.
None of this other shit happens without it.
You think I don't know that?
I know.
I need you, man.
Then get rid of Amado...
or I will.
I'm going to Sinaloa.
What?
Where are the children?
With my mom.
I sent them this morning.
It's better they not see you.
Wait. Maria. Maria, wait!
What's going on?
You spend the evening with her?
We came by the hotel.
You were with her.
Isabella? You're kidding.
I've known her since she was a girl. She's like my niece.
She's part of this business.
What about the others?
They're also a part of this business?
The girl at the gallery...
She's pregnant, asshole.
-Go away. -Maria, wait!
Come here.
Get you fucking hands off me!
Maria, stop!
Fucking listen to me!
You're the most important person in my life.
Is that clear?
But you aren't the same.
And I'm leaving.
I want to fix this.
Then come back to Sinaloa.
This business has become your life.
This is our business.
It's ours.
It's for you.
It's yours.
What can I do?
You've made the agreement with the Colombians.
You made a deal with them.
You can run this business from anywhere.
Come home.
Hey, kid, need to go to Guadalajara.
-Boss called a meeting at the hotel. -For what?
No idea.
Just said to be there.
Boss called a meeting. At the hotel.
-Did he say why? -No.
Said he wants to talk at the hotel.
Did he say why?
Just wants to talk.
He'd like you to attend.
Something about "reorganization."
Says he'll explain everything there.
Finally that fucker is coming around.
-Putting in overtime? -Better than putting up with my wife.
Let's go, we're taking a ride.
Sure, boss.
Where should I take you, sir?
To see the man who killed my son.
Make sure you scrub hard.
-Are we almost finished? -Yes.
Then we'll go out and enjoy the rest of the day.
Keep drying that side.
There's still a lot of soap.
-Here? -Yeah.
Hector... that's enough.
Get your stuff and take him to your mom's.
How are you, Omar?
Have to decide what's important in this life.
Before you wake up...
and it's gone.
'Course, me sitting here with you proves I'm too late.
Do you know why I'm here?
I'm so sorry, sir.
I'm sorry about what happened.
For everything I've done.
I loved Gilberto so much.
Do you believe in God?
-I don't. -Neither do I.
As a child, I did.
It's important, I think, to believe when we're young.
Would you agree?
But do you know who I worshipped even more than God?
Jesús Malverde.
Sound familiar? From Sinaloa.
Or so the legend goes.
I liked hearing his story more. It may as well have been my own.
Born in the fields, to a family with nothing.
His parents lived a clean life, did what they could,
but one day, things changed.
He was young.
No choice but to steal.
They called him a thief, a bandit.
Offered rewards for his capture.
He only took what he needed.
Gave everything to the poor.
Loved by the people.
Until one day he was shot.
By a friend...
who wanted the reward.
Took his body to the governor, who hung him in town for everyone to see.
Forbidden to bury him...
leaving his body to rot, as an example to all of what happens to outlaws.
His remains falling to the ground, little by little,
the people covering the body with rocks, until he was gone.
Rock after rock...
until all that remained was a shrine built of stone.
Worshipping him.
Because even in sin, you can still be a saint.
Gilberto loved you.
Loved you like a brother.
I loved him a lot as well.
He was like my brother.
He would've wanted me to come.
I forgive you.
I forgive you, my son.
Gilberto would've wanted me to forgive him...
but I'd never forgive myself if I let the man who killed my son live.
Kill him.
Look around the room, what do you see?
Consider where we started and where we sit today.
We got into this business with the hope of great fortune.
For our families, for our children...
And it was here...
that I asked you to put your business in my hands.
That with our leverage of superior supply, and our country-wide distribution,
we would dominate the market.
We underestimated ourselves.
Now have more money than we can ever spend.
You didn't come dressed this way last time.
Fucking Acosta.
But show me the man who's happy with what he has...
and I'll show you the fool.
Business is changing and we must change with it.
I'll be making some adjustments to the organization...
specifically to management.
Héctor Palma will now be running operations in Mazatlan.
And Juárez...
we're sending you Amado.
Under your guidance and with his vision for the future...
that plaza will take on new significance.
Tijuana...
Tijuana stays the same.
The Arellano Félix brothers will continue to oversee operations.
The future is here...
and that future is cocaine.
I'm with the kid.
"All of us don't sign on, our 'federation' falls apart."
Isn't that what you said?!
Not anymore.
Who made the deal with the Colombians?
I made the deal.
No one else.
Whoever doesn't agree can get the fuck out of here.
We're good then.
So let's toast to the Boss of Bosses!
You're upset.
Reorganizing the plazas?
Said it yourself...
Sinaloans are resistant to change.
I didn't hear my name.
You lied to me.
I'm not sure that's true.
Give it some time.
A role will emerge with the Arellano Félix brothers.
I want what I was promised.
-Twenty percent. -Isabella--
You gave me your word.
-Said if I handled Falcón-- -But you didn't.
I handled him.
And if your partners found out? What you did, how it was handled?
If I was to tell them?
Be careful what you're saying.
Be careful what I'll do.
Look at me. You'll take what I give you...
or have nothing at all.
Understood?
Hey.
You pack everything?
It's time for us to go home.
You know me better than anyone.
I knew we would be able to fix this.
Together.
You were right.
I have changed.
This is my home.
My life is here.
And I'm not going back to Sinaloa.
You'll be fine.
I don't need you anymore.
-Have you seen Neto? -What the fuck, man? You came.
Have you seen Neto?
No. Went to his house and he wasn't there.
Glad you came, Rafa.
You heard from Neto?
Old man has a lot on his plate right now.
Why don't I fill yours up?
You gotta try this shrimp.
Straight from Mazatlan.
Not hungry. Just give me a beer.
Take that one.
You want to do some coke?
Fuck yeah, I wanna do some coke!
-But what are they really saying? -Man, just shut the fuck up!
You don't turn your back on family.
He prefers planes? Fuck him!
Weed gives us reasoning.
-Weed is life. -Cocaine is good, too.
We're flying in fresh seafood from Mazatlan.
Met a guy with his own airplane.
Don't talk to me about fucking airplanes!
Look at these fucking guys.
They're Americans, man.
They're writing your name, Rafa.
-Could they be DEA? -They're DEA?
They're cops, Rafa.
They're the assholes that were outside my house.
You motherfuckers!
Lock the doors!
What the fuck are you writing?!
You're fucking cops!
Move, motherfucker!
Turn him over.
"The Boss of Bosses."
Very moving speech.
I was very impressed.
So eloquent.
But I didn't hear shit, as far as my take.
You want to discuss your price, set an appointment with my secretary.
Fuck your secretary.
Fuck your secretary. Fuck your mother. Fuck your dog.
I'm the one that gives you orders. You understand, asshole?
Someone has a problem with this...
they know where to find me.